The Creatures That We Are-Chapter 1221: Tool

In her second form, White Dew crashed into the mirror surface before bouncing off in a dozen purple currents trailing sparkling energy as they closed in on Wang Zikai. The moment the currents entered his vicinity, they split further into countless fist-sized clumps of water, each a high-density energy bomb that unleashed sharp ice cones.

Wang Zikai didn’t even attempt to dodge the large urchin-like crystals. He continued to walk with one hand in his pocket, waving his other hand like he was swatting annoying mosquitoes away.

None of the numerous purple ice cones touched Wang Zikai. They all shattered into flying shards as they got close. The ice shards flew toward him like bullets, yet they still ended up intercepted by the invisible energy field around him.

The blond man strolled amid the exploding purple crystals. Not even their brilliance could drown out his golden aura and seemingly divine will.

White Dew launched her last attempt.

The ice crystals radiated blinding purple light like they had turned into molten metal. They converged toward Wang Zikai in an attempt to melt him and morph into a tombstone.

Wang Zikai was reminded then that mosquitoes were not only annoying with their buzz, but also in their stings.

He stopped walking.

Energy rippled from his chest, followed by a heartbeat that seemed to resonate with the world’s pulses. Time and space came to a halt, and White Dew’s second form was suspended as a result.

Wang Zikai pulled his left hand out of his pocket and lifted it, making a simple clenching motion.

An irresistible rule-based power reversed the scattering purple currents, gathering them toward Wang Zikai’s left hand in the form of a figure. Wang Zikai’s fingers ended up closing around White Dew’s neck. He lifted her up with a derisive expression.

White Dew stared at Pride. A deep frustration overtook the fear and despair in her heart. Ever since Fresh Snow’s passing, White Dew’s only wish had been to hold a grand funeral for herself like Spring. That was for her dignity.

However, fate did not relent. It granted her the most insignificant death.

Reading her frustration, Wang Zikai smiled. “A martyr is a name the weak give themselves to feel better. Death is death. Dying is humiliation.”

“Good news, your humiliation ends here.”

With an easy squeeze, the beautiful purple figure exploded into mist.

Not even the mist was able to dissipate before it was quickly drawn to the golden mirror, becoming nothing but a pile of dust.

“White Dew!”

Hong Xiaoxiao cried out while rotating her ring.

Gregor was doing the same.

Both gained a triple buff that would last 60 seconds.

Vermilion Bird’s stored vitality was only enough to make the tripling buff medicine for tier 0 and tier 1 combatants for 3 minutes and 60 seconds, respectively. In that desperate moment, Hong Xiaoxiao’s Phantom reached level 7, granting her Shadow Legion.

Finally able to resist the terrible gravity to some degree, Hong Xiaoxiao struggled to rise to her feet with shadow swirling around her, her eyes dark like ink.

Eighteen shadow soldiers rose into being in front of Hong Xiaoxiao.

Gregor struggled to stand up, too. The fight against Gluttony had exhausted too much of his energy. He was only on his feet thanks to the triple buff.

With blood streaking down his ashen face, he lifted his lone arm and clenched his fist. Poisonous wind draped over the eighteen phantom soldiers like capes, the poison seeping into their bodies and weapons.

“We only...have one chance,” Gregor panted as he said. “Let’s go!”

“Yeah!”

Hong Xiaoxiao grabbed Gregor and went invisible.

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While the battle was taking place on the Mirror of Pride, the other humans tried to provide support, but couldn’t.

The repelling force below the mirror was as irresistible as the pulling power above it. Everyone below was pinned to the ground by a tremendous, mountainous pressure. Gao Yang and Zhang Wei were the only ones still standing. The others were all forced to kneel. Chen Ying, Dr. Jia, Tang Xiaocong, and Sun Hu had even collapsed and lost consciousness.

Their physique could not endure the tremendous pressure. If not for their energy pathways providing some resistance, they would’ve been crushed into mush.

Gao Yang looked up at the golden mirror. At that moment, White Dew was rushing toward Wang Zikai in her second form.

He knew that White Dew was rushing to her death. While he didn’t activate Psychic Armor, he felt nothing at that moment.

His emotions had died with Envy.

Finally, he was turned into a cold machine, treating everyone—including himself—as tools. They only differed in properties and functions. Tools existed to serve their goals, which was killing Pride.

Gao Yang teleported to Lovely Lamb.

While she was a child, her many Talents allowed her to better endure the Mirror of Pride. He picked her up and teleported her to the four unconscious awakeners.

“Save them.”

“Yeah!”

Lovely Lamb held onto her four companions.

Gao Yang then teleported to Zhang Wei and Liao Liao. The three of them were the only ones who could still put on a fight among those below the mirror. He grabbed their hands and looked up at the golden surface.

Spatial Migration!